Its no secret that our dogs are big wusses. Every storm usually finds Dylan, our black dog, either on the couch or in the middle of the bed (understand that we don't allow them on the furniture). Levon, our yellow dog, usually crawls under the bed (which becomes a problem because he's too big to crawl out by himself). Anyway, last evening was filled with tornadoes and thunderstorms here in Indianapolis. Dylan was hiding under Hope's chair at the kitched table but Levon wasn't around. I started to get worried when I couldn't find him in any of the usual spots but look where he turned up:
Yep, in a laundry basket in the closet. I s'pose thats the safest spot in the place since no one in this state builds basements.